Ma Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang came out of the house and walked out of the manor along the road they had come.

At the entrance, I looked at the magnificent gatehouse and the mighty two stone lions.

Ma Qingfeng shook his head, "It's a pity that such a magnificent gatehouse is inhabited by such a beast that destroys human nature. ”

Raising his feet, opening his bow left and right, "bang" two feet, two stone lions soared into the air and flew into the manor.

"Plop"!

Two stone lions fell into the lake and splashed into the sky, which was very beautiful.

Hai Wushuang "Cangchang" sounded, raised his sword, and slashed a sword towards the gatehouse in mid-air.

"Boom"!

A cold air split the magnificent gatehouse in half, one on the left and one on the right.

"Buzz"!

It's all chaos in the manor!

Since the establishment of the Immortal Mountain Villa, no one has dared to make trouble in the manor where the owner lives. Not to mention the gatehouse.

What is the gatehouse? That's the face of the owner. It is a symbol of the status of the owner.

Immediately, the house slaves each other, and rushed out of more than 200 people.

All of a sudden, Ma Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang were surrounded, and they all looked at the two of them like dead people.

A middle-aged man in a long robe with a gloomy face stepped out.

"Where did the hairy boy and the wild girl dare to make trouble here, don't you know how the dead word is written?" When the middle-aged man saw Ma Qingfeng and He Hai Wushuang, his brows were furrowed, whose ignorant children came here to make trouble.

It's unfortunate that the messenger is here today, and if the messenger knows about it and blames it, who can afford it?

If this was in the past, it would have been wiped out a long time ago, so what are you talking about here?

Ma Qingfeng didn't want to spend time with him, "You lackeys of the Valley of the Dead Soul, killing innocents, the heavens are angry and resentful. I am here today to do justice for the innocent people you brutally killed. ”

The middle-aged man sighed in his heart, where did this kid get the news. Look at the people outside who rushed to see the excitement after hearing the noise, this matter must not be known to others, otherwise it will cause big trouble.

The middle-aged man was just about to speak, when a family member next to him shouted: "It's them, they are friends with the young owner." I went to invite them to a feast. ”

"Friend of the young owner? It turned out to be a misunderstanding! Everyone is a family, come on, let's talk inside, don't let everyone see the joke." Hahaha...... "The middle-aged man got off the donkey, thinking about the big things and turning them into small ones, and when the messenger left, he was cleaning up the horse Qingfeng and Hai Wushuang."

Ma Qingfeng didn't eat him, and sneered, "Hmph! I'm not a friend of you dead ghost young farmer, don't get close to me. Call your owner out, I'll kill him so I can leave, I'm still in a hurry!"

"Dead ghost young owner?" The middle-aged man was shocked, he didn't see the young owner come out when such a big thing happened, could it be ......

"What's wrong with you guys to our young owner?" the middle-aged man had a bad premonition in his heart.

"It's nothing, it's just to send him to those unjust souls who died in vain, to repent of your sins. Ma Qingfeng said coldly.

Rumble!

It was like a thunderbolt in the nine heavens that hit the head.

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded.

The two hundred families who rushed out were also dumbfounded.

The young owner is the only seedling of the owner, and now he has been killed at home. Think about the methods of the owner, everyone is like a dead father.

"Butler, what should we do? The young owner of the village is dead, and the owner of the village will not let us go. The quicker family asked.

"What else can we do, catch these two murderers, let the owner of the village fall, we may still have a way to live. The middle-aged man almost stopped crying.

The evil slaves shouted and rushed to kill. The middle-aged man also flew up in the air and rushed straight to Ma Qingfeng.

Ma Qingfeng landed with his feet on the ground, soared into the air, shook his palms, and slapped a palm against the middle-aged man.

Boom!

A pair of palms, a muffled sound.

Ma Qingfeng and the middle-aged man rolled and fell in opposite directions.

Pedaling and pedaling, Ma Qingfeng retreated four or five steps in a row before standing firm.

It seems that brute force alone is not enough! Ma Qingfeng shook his hand that was a little numb, just now this palm, he just used the pure true yuan, and fought hard, although he withstood the attack of the middle-aged man, but he did not take advantage of it at all.

The middle-aged man also took two steps back, and his heart was full of turbulent waves, the three grades of the prefecture! Only the cultivation of the three grades of the prefecture level can take a hard palm of his hand, and it seems that he has not been injured.

What kind of genius is this! The middle-aged man was afraid for a while, if you give this person time to grow, how can anyone else live in the future!

Immediately, he shook his palms, his body took off again, and he went straight to Ma Qingfeng's chest and slapped him. This palm used ten percent of its strength, and the air made a sonic boom sound of rubbing.

Ma Qingfeng won't wait there stupidly to be beaten, just now he fought hard, knowing that his strength can barely fight with a ground-level six-grade martial artist, if he wants to win, he has to make a trick.

The meteor body method has been unfolded, and as soon as his body flashed, he hid to the side, and at the same time, he moved his fingers and pointed out a few fingers.

The middle-aged man slapped his palm into the air, and was about to change his move, when he suddenly felt a slight vibration in the air, and immediately the true yuan was released, forming a shield outside his body.

Puff puff!

There were a few loud sounds, and several dents appeared on the shield.

The middle-aged man broke out in a cold sweat, what kind of move is this, fortunately he took precautions early, otherwise it would be dangerous.

turned around and stood with Ma Qingfeng.

Those evil slaves rushed towards Hai Wushuang like a swarm, and greeted Hai Wushuang with knives, guns, and sticks.

Hai Wushuang was not in a hurry, he put his sword on the ground, his body was parallel to the ground, he turned hard, and kicked out with both feet in a row.

Bang bang bang!

The dozen or so evil slaves who rushed to the front were kicked and flew up one after another, and the blood rained all over the sky, and more than a dozen evil slaves who smashed the back also fell.

Hai Wushuang didn't even pull out the sword from the sheath, just waved it and killed it into the camp of the house slaves, and from time to time some house slaves were knocked out, spurting blood from their mouths, and they were powerless to fight again.

Ma Qingfeng fought with the middle-aged man for a few moves, and decided to end the battle as soon as possible.

The body jumped to the side, and the long sword was drawn from behind his back with his backhand, and the thunderbolt sword technique was used by the heavenly thunder.

Rumble!

A bolt of lightning fell from the sky and hit Ma Qingfeng's long sword, and Ma Qingfeng casually slashed at the middle-aged man with a sword.

"The Sword Sect's Thunderbolt Sword Technique. The middle-aged man shouted, and carried the true yuan of his whole body, forming a shield outside his body.

Burst!

With a soft sound, the lightning sword qi hit the shield, like a needle pricking a balloon, piercing the shield and hitting the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man's hair stood on end, his body was numb and crisp, and he couldn't move.

Ma Qingfeng moved his fingers and pointed out.

A bloody hole suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's forehead, and the corpse turned over and fell.

"Butler!" A figure flew out, it was Liang Shan who rushed to hear the news.

"Boy, you give my son back my life!" Without any nonsense, he slapped Ma Qingfeng's head with a vicious palm. The action of the ground-level eight-rank master was really extraordinary, the air made a piercing roar, and a layer of flames rose around Liang Shan's palm, and it rubbed against the air to form a fire.

Ma Qingfeng felt that his body was like a swamp, knowing that he was locked by someone's palm, and he didn't dare to take it hard, and the newly learned spirit control technique was used, and flames more than a foot high suddenly appeared on his palm.

"Flame Palm"! One palm greeted Liang Shan's palm.

Boom!

Yes!

Sparks flew everywhere, and Liang Shan flipped back to the spot with a charred palm.

Ma Qingfeng stepped back seven or eight steps in a row, and a mouthful of blood almost didn't spurt out.

The time was urgent, and he didn't push out the flame palm, but only formed a layer of burning flames on the palm, which was indirectly equivalent to a hard palm.

If Liang Shan hadn't held back the pain at the last moment and withdrew his palm, Ma Qingfeng would have been seriously injured.

"Ahh One of his hands was wasted by others, and he smelled the smell of barbecue.

"Stand down, that's spirit-control. I'll meet him!" The messenger suddenly appeared on the spot with four guards.

The messenger of the Valley of the Dead looked at Ma Qingfeng greedily, as if he had seen a mountain of gold.

"Boy, hand over the cheats of soul control, I will let you die happily, and the soul can be reincarnated. The messenger said generously.

"You are the messenger of the Valley of the Dead Souls, I killed you, and seek justice for those unjust souls. ”

When the envoy saw it, he made the first move, recited words in his mouth, made a few handprints on his hands, and suddenly pointed at Ma Qingfeng with his hand, "Come out"!

Ma Qingfeng felt a pain in his head, and flew up lightly, not feeling a little confused, and looked down. I was taken aback and saw that I was standing in place, just a little stupid.